You weren’t sure what to do. Flippy’s PTSD had been triggered, and all you could hear were gunshots everywhere and thuds.

Where you hid, Nutty’s body fell to the ground, a clean shot between his eyes spilling blood onto the ground below where he landed.

Fliqpy’s malicious laugh, followed by a satisfied sigh, rang through the room as he cocked the gun and stepped towards the door.

You were safe. For now, at least.

Fliqpy left the room, his footsteps fading as he searched the rest of the building for whoever was left alive.

Everything would be fine.. even if you were to die, you’d all just revive with no memories of what happened again, right? And Fliqpy woyld go back to Flippy, and everything would be fine..

The thought of dying still scared you, despite the knowledge of everyone being revived the next day after death.